Massive Pile of Laundry

I had a precious friend in college (Mary Clai--Anybody know how she is?) who once described life like this:

"It's like you are carrying a huge load of laundry in your arms.  And stretch and strain as you might, you just can't get your hands around everything.  And you shift this way and drop a sock, and then you compensate that way and lose a shirt.  And no matter how hard you try, the pile is just too big, and you are bound to drop a few things along the way." 

(rough rememberance, of course)

And I must admit that with blog write-ups and announcements and doctor's appointments, my last few weeks have felt that way.  It's like my arms are strained around this massive pile of laundry that has no hope of all staying in my arms.  This week it's been the cleanliness of my room that's dropped to the ground, along with my planning and fixing of meals (yup, lots of cereal lately).  Tonight Matt and I spent way too many hours hammering out a website for Thailand (which still has spelling errors, I'm sure), and the to-do list sitting on the counter makes me want to hyperventilate.  BUT, as my mom said earlier this week, "You just gotta do the most important, next thing."  And I like that.  It's simple and true and takes the pressure off.  I reckon the real trick is in deciding what to hold on to and what to let go. 

And I am speaking figuratively here, but I do expect that a few socks will fall to the floor over the next few days.  But, rest assured, I plan to keep my fist clinched around my favorite pair of jeans.  After all, some things are just too important to drop. 

Well.  Actually.  Maybe I'm speaking literally, too.